#1
Rain pouring the this garden of lies
A bed of ignorance planted in eternal bliss
Whithered roses, a mark of what's to come
From blossuming death a shadow falls

In the soil time stands still
Truth buried under the surface
Days pass with meaning never known
Blending together
Lying still underneath dying flowers

When the rain ends,
Flowers drown in its wake
Given too much of what they need
But clouds depart and sun still shines
Upon this dying garden
Quote by Mike Birbiglia
I went to the doctor, and they found something in my bladder. And whenever they find something, it's never anything good like, "We found something in your bladder AND IT'S SEASON TICKETS TO THE YANKEES!!


Do you folks like folk?
#2
shit, this is the best i've read on here. Actually made me feel something. I wish id wrote this!
Sorry this is a bit of a poor crit im a bit short of time
#3
It's quite alright. Thanks a lot.
Quote by Mike Birbiglia
I went to the doctor, and they found something in my bladder. And whenever they find something, it's never anything good like, "We found something in your bladder AND IT'S SEASON TICKETS TO THE YANKEES!!


Do you folks like folk?
#4
Eh. It's nothing I haven't seen a hundred times already. And the fact that there were grammar errors/spelling errors just takes away any hope of me seeing this as a particularly good version of an existing cliche. A well done cliche, while cliche, is still well done. This is not.

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